Father — Demon

And on quiet evenings, Kael wrote his own letters—not to Malakor, but to his future self. Each one ended the same way: “You chose the door. Keep walking.”

In the city of Veridia, where neon lights flickered against ancient stone, a teenager named Kael carried a secret heavier than any sin. His father, Malakor, was not a man who yelled or struck. He was worse. He was a demon of quiet erosion—a master of turning hope into debt, love into leverage, and truth into a trap. demon father

Kael’s hands shook. For the first time, he saw his father not as an invincible monster, but as a man who had been taught cruelty and had chosen to master it. That was worse—and better. Worse, because it meant Malakor’s evil was deliberate. Better, because it meant cruelty was not destiny. And on quiet evenings, Kael wrote his own

For two years, Kael worked, saved, and learned. He stopped trying to earn his father’s approval—that was the trap. He became boring. Agreeable. Uninteresting to a predator who fed on resistance and emotion. Malakor grew confused, then dismissive. “You’re soft,” he sneered. “Like your mother.” His father, Malakor, was not a man who yelled or struck